Munitions Empire-Chapter 970 - 892 Zhao Yu’s Wait_2

Chapter 970: 892 Zhao Yu’s Wait_2 Chapter 970: 892 Zhao Yu’s Wait_2 “I have been so insistent, firmly refusing to lay hands on the Royal Family of the Dahua Empire because it’s my responsibility towards you! Your Highness, as the future His Majesty The Emperor of the Dahua Empire, you wouldn’t want people from neighboring countries to act without any boundaries, right?” The adviser asked a very sharp question and then looked at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu understood this too, the Great Tang Empire showing a certain bottom line at this time indeed sent him a signal of safety: the Great Tang Empire would not break the rules, which really reassured Zhao Yu.

Thus, Zhao Yu was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly, “I understand! I understand… It’s just, those incompetent subordinates of mine… I don’t know if they can handle things.”

What he resented now was that his subordinates were not as reliable as others in handling matters, not that the intelligence officers of the Tang Empire hadn’t moved to help him eliminate Zhao Ji.

From his perspective, it was actually quite contradictory: he really hoped that the intelligence officers of the Tang Empire would eliminate Zhao Kai and Zhao Ji, yet he was very worried that these intelligence officers from Tang Country had the capability…

Any future member of the Royal Family involved in a succession struggle would definitely not want there to be a force that they couldn’t control, capable of assassinating the person sitting on the throne they were competing for.

The adviser smiled slightly, “Your Highness! You must understand, if they can’t even manage this little thing, then these people do not deserve to enjoy prosperity and wealth with you.”

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Clinging to power requires ability, merely knowing to pick sides but lacking capabilities, will eventually lead to no good outcome.

This matter needed desperate efforts, but the rewards after taking such risks were indeed high. As long as Zhao Yu succeeded, then in the days to follow, these people would become the most trusted and valued lieutenants by Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu also knew this was the case and sighed again before saying, “Ah… Sir, you are right, but my heart can’t settle down. I always feel that this matter today might cause trouble.”

“As the saying goes, what you fear may come to pass, and fearing is of no use… Your Highness, please be patient and calm, we’re only dealing with it as it comes, aren’t we? Haven’t we arranged everything for a contingency?” the adviser continued to offer reassurances.

He knew he was ready for everything, even the escape train to help Zhao Yu flee was already waiting at the freight station.

However, all this couldn’t be mentioned now. He had to pretend as if he knew nothing and wait for further developments. If he spoke now about fleeing, Zhao Yu would surely be suspicious. Since it was a play, it needed to follow through entirely, keeping Zhao Yu in the dark.

Thus, the adviser paused for a few seconds before continuing, “Moreover, Your Highness, try to think positively about everything. If Zhao Ji dies, then Your Highness will be the Crown Prince of Dahua.”

Hearing the word ‘Crown Prince’, Zhao Yu’s facial expression visibly improved. The feeling was truly wonderful, a sensation that only Zhao Yu could fully appreciate.

With a slight smile, Zhao Yu’s first response was to promise duties to the young man who had always supported him, “Sir is right… Once I become the Crown Prince of Dahua, Sir will enjoy endless glory and wealth…”

“Not at all, not at all!” The young adviser corrected Zhao Yu with a noble demeanor, “I come to assist Your Highness in hopes of everlasting peace between our two nations, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment. If it was for glory and wealth, wouldn’t it be easier for me to assist your father directly?”

Zhao Yu knew that it was indeed inappropriate to win over such a talent merely with promises of glory and wealth, and immediately corrected himself, “Sir, you are right, you are right. It’s indeed my great fortune to have Sir assist me.”

The young adviser shook his head again, delivering his flattery, “Your Highness is wrong again. It is not Your Highness’ great fortune, but mine. It’s my honor to encounter a Prince like Your Highness who is concerned about the peace of both nations and the prosperity of the people.”

Zhao Yu felt truly comfortable, feeling that he had found a confidant, someone who could see his merits.

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“Don’t shoot! I surrender! I surrender!” a man who had run out of his last magazine cried out as he raised his arms.

He had no intention of dying here, no matter how much wealth and glory Zhao Yu had promised them, one had to be alive to enjoy them—what was the point if he was dead?

Where there was one, there would be two, and where there were two, there would be three; those who dared to fight regardless of their own lives had long been killed along the way.

Even though there were still fearlessly brave individuals among the remaining ones, their combat effectiveness had weakened over time.

Because the car had been damaged and barricades had been erected all around, it had become extremely difficult to leave, so some people began to retreat into a nearby building while those left outside were encircally surrounded and captured.

“Those bastards! They all said they weren’t afraid to die when we set off… and now they’re surrendering!” grinding his teeth, the leader of this assassination operation cursed furiously as he peeked through the crack in the door and saw someone outside raising his hands to surrender.

Although he didn’t want to die here either, there was no way out for them now; even surrendering wouldn’t save them—assassinating the Crown Prince, having a gunfight in the streets of the Dahua Empire’s Imperial Capital…. It would be a joke if that got them out alive; there would no longer be such thing as a capital offense.

For those who understood the situation, handing over their guns and surrendering was less favourable than simply shooting oneself in the head cleanly and quickly. If Zhao Yu knew they were all dead, he might even make a full effort to take care of their families… but that was just a maybe.

In reality, if they were dead, their remaining family members were useless and would probably be silenced—they individually were useful to Zhao Yu, so there was a possibility to be spared, but those family members were absolute burdens, their survival would entirely depend on Zhao Yu’s conscience.

“Ratatata!” The two guarding the door madly fired outside to stop the approaching Dahua soldiers.

A masked man who had recklessly pushed open the back door was instantly riddled with bullets from the incoming fire. The enemy had captured several prisoners and was clearly less merciful to those who still resisted.

“Let’s fight them! Damn it!” the leader of the assassins finally gritted his teeth and shouted. He didn’t want to be captured and tortured; it was better to die fighting here.

By this time, the two men guarding the door had run out of bullets as well; one was hit, and the other was crying while reloading.

They all knew they were likely to die and the only thing keeping them fighting was their instinct to survive. This desperate mindset could crumble at any moment.

Despairingly, a cheer came from outside, “They’re almost out of ammo! Capture them alive!”

In fact, everyone inside the house was also about to run out of bullets; they had been fighting all the way from the Prince’s Mansion with hardly any remaining ammunition. Those who had conserved might still have a magazine left; those who hadn’t, only had their pistols.

There was no choice; magazines are inherently heavy and bulky, most of them had been left in the car. After the car was blocked and had to be abandoned, most of the magazines were left inside.

“Ratatatat!” The leader of the assassins charged forward, firing a burst to warn those soldiers trying to rush forward, signaling that he still had ammunition and temporarily scared off those City Defense Army troops trying to claim the credit.

Then, he desperately watched the last of his comrades lift a pistol and commit suicide…